<TITLE>19. Par 51-53</TITLE>L-51 Look at Him. They tell me He had not a place to lay His head. Said, "The foxes has dens. His creation, His birds has nests, but He, the Creator of heavens and earth, had not a place to lay His head or a friend to stand by Him." Can't you feel that knocking at the door this afternoon? [Brother knocks on the pulpit three times--Ed.] He was doing that so that bump would knock your heart's door open this afternoon, to let Him in as God and as Saviour, as Healer, as King.
He had one robe. He was wrapped in swaddling cloths when He was born. That's the wrapping off the back of a ox--ox's yoke. Didn't have no clothes to put on Him. And now, He's dying with one garment to His name. Yet He made every garment, made the heavens and earth. Hasn't got a seam in it; they throwed it across His shoulders. I notice there's some little red spots on it. As I noticed that bumping fading out, am I going to let it go by without accepting it?
Oh God, may the meeting not close till you accepted it, know that He's bumping at your heart. He died that He might come back here in the form of the Holy Ghost and do the things He's been doing for you. Open up your heart, believe Him.

L-52 I notice as He goes on them little, bitty red spots gets bigger and bigger till it comes in all one great spot. Satan was walking along there. He said, "It can't be Him. That can't be God. I questioned Him one day, and said, 'If You're the Son of God perform a miracle; let me see You do it.'" That devil still answers that question--or asks it. "If You've got healing power, let me see you heal this one."
Jesus said, "It's written."
"And then I got Him by the soldiers," Satan said. "I got my Roman soldiers half drunk. I put a rag around His head, covered up His eyes, 'cause, you know, He said He could perceive their thoughts; He wouldn't have to have His eyes open then. And I put a rag around His head, had my soldier to, and I got--had them take a stick and crack Him on top of the head, and said, 'Tell us who hit You, if You're a prophet.' He was a fake. He couldn't tell us. And then, I had them drunken soldiers to spit in His face. And could that be God in that flesh, going there with the gobs of spit hanging off His face, a mock crown on His head? And I questioned Him, and challenged Him to do something, and He never opened His mouth. That can't be God."

L-53 So when they hung Him on the cross, he said, "All right death, come on, take him. He ain't God." I see that bee of death come up buzzing around. Said, "No, that ain't God. God couldn't scream on the cross for mercy. God wouldn't do that.
The high priest said, "He saved others, but Himself, He can't save." The biggest compliment they ever paid Him... If He saved Hisself, He couldn't save others. But He gave Himself that I could be saved, and that you could be saved.


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